James Wright’s Horses
by W. E. Butts
There are certain words
that transport us out of those small spaces
we sometimes live in:
prognosis, cancer, treatment, memory loss.
For instance, leaving the clinic this warm afternoon,
I can’t forget James Wright in that pasture
of beautiful horses:
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
There are certain words
that will transport us
to that other, flowering self.